A night away from the littley

One of the things that happens when you have children is that your social life changes  when I say changes, I mean pretty much ceases to exist (particularly after 7pm when the baby has to go to bed). Now I was never one to be spend my entire week out 'on the razz', ( I like my bed too much) but I used to love spending an evening with friends going
out for dinner, having a drink in the pub or going to the theatre/gigs. Since having O, this kind of stuff is a rarer occurance and evenings are generally spent feeding and bathing baby, putting her to bed and then watching telly whilst I wait for the last load of washing to finish. Jealous huh?! In actual fact I quite like this new super relaxed pace of life but whenever the chance to go out for an evening happens, I jump at the chance!

Last Saturday offered such an opportunity so J and I packed O off to nana and grandad's for a sleepover. Not only did we have a baby free Saturday night but also a baby free Sunday morning!

Until you have children (or look after them for any length of time) it is difficult to understand the sheer joy of being able to shower and get ready at a leisurely pace. There is no fear of having to attend a screaming baby mid shower or having to hurry your make up, making you look like something out of Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'. You no longer have to worry about holding your baby away from you to avoid sick or bits of food being smeared over your nice outfit or hair. I tell you people, it's an absolute luxury and one that I celebrated with new make up and deliberately allowing myself two whole hours where the only thing I had to worry about was getting ready.

So armed with a face full of new make up, a new frock and a sequin covered handbag, I went off for a night of dancing, food and friends. Followed by a sleep that was not dictated by the routine of an eight month old. Bliss!

Now, I really did miss O, she's amazing and so much fun! In her absence, I had so much free time and a very quiet house and it was great to feel a bit like the old me again. The me, that goes out and dances at parties, the me that sleeps in late on a Sunday without interruption, the me that talks about things other than babies.

I wouldn't change being a mum, but sometimes it's brilliant to be baby free and dance the night away :-)